I carry her into the living room, gently setting her down near the windows overlooking downtown. I don’t know what happened to convince her to show up dressed like this tonight, but I’m not a fool to waste the opportunity.
“Lose the jacket.” She peers up at me through her lashes and shimmies the jacket off her shoulders. It pools by her feet, leaving her in nothing but the heels and matching lingerie. In the reflection of the glass behind her, I see the thin string between the perfect globes of her ass cheeks.
“Now what?” The flush of her cheeks and the rapid pulse at her neck are the only indication she’s not as confident with this approach as she appears. Curious how far she’ll take it, I push the question back to her.
“This is your show, Princess. Why don’t you tell me?”
Stepping closer, she trails a finger from my ear to my chin. “Watching you tonight got me thinking.” She continues the path down my neck, along my collarbone.
“What were you thinking?” Her nails on my skin are like striking a match.
“You once said I wanted someone to fall to their knees for me.” Talk about something out of left field. I wasn’t expecting that. Both her hands rest on my pecs briefly before she runs them down my abs, tracing each indentation with her fingers. Her eyes follow their movement.
“I did. You were made to be worshiped.”
She reaches the waistband of my sweats and her eyes lockonto my bulge. “What if I want to worship you?” When she flicks her eyes back to me and traces the outline of my rock-hard cock in my sweats, I almost come on the spot. This woman may kill me.
“On your knees then.” Slowly she tucks one leg behind her and lowers to the rug, never breaking eye contact.
Pinching her chin, I ask, “Are you sure about this? We do this and there’s no going back. I can’t just be your friend, Princess. I told you that already. You showing up here tonight changed the game.”
“I’m sure.” Her fingers tuck into the waistband of my sweats, but I stop her again. Who the fuck am I right now? When a woman is on her knees basically begging to suck your cock, you’re not supposed to try to talk her out of it. Get it together man.
“I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind, because if I taste you again—have you again—you’re mine.”
“Show me,” she challenges, and my good guy act takes a hike.
“Take my cock out.” Wrapping my hand around her ponytail, I tighten my grip in preparation. In one tug, my sweats are around my ankles and my cock is poised at her lips. “I can’t wait to have that pretty little mouth wrapped around me. Those red lips making a ring around my cock. Open.”
She moans in response, licking her lips before parting her mouth. With my free hand I pump my shaft.
“Tongue out.” She obeys and my balls tighten. Fisting at the base, I tap my cock against her tongue. That’s all it takes for her to take the lead. Her hand grips just above mine as she licks the underside of my cock.
“Mmmm.” My abs clench at the noise from the back of her throat as she circles the tip with her tongue.
“Fuck. I can’t get enough of you like this.” The sight of her on her knees before me in red lace and heels. The feel of her lips sucking lightly on the head, leaving a red lipstick ring in its wake. It’s all too much.
“Going to fuck your mouth now, Princess. Tap my leg if it’s too much.” She opens wide, lifting her eyes to mine expectantly. Grabbing her head in both hands, my fingers tangle in her hair as I slowly thrust into her mouth. Her hum of approval vibrates along my length, causing shivers down my spine. On the next thrust, I push deeper. She chokes, but instead of pushing me away, her fingertips dig into my ass and pull me closer.
“You like that, naughty girl? Choking on my cock and begging for more? I bet you’re drenching those little panties, aren’t you.” She nods her head in agreement. Saliva drips from the corner of her mouth and her eyes water from my relentless pace.
“Touch yourself, Princess.” Hesitancy flashes in her eyes, but when I give her an encouraging nod, she releases her grip on my backside and slides her fingers over the outside of her thong. Watching her dip her fingers under the lace and along her slit has me slowing my movements. I want this to last, but fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
“Show me how messy you are for me.” Lifting two fingers, she spreads them apart showing her wetness. “Let me taste.” I lean down to where she holds them up for me, continuing my rhythm inside the wet heat of her mouth. My eyes roll back in my head when her flavor touches my tongue. Sucking her fingers clean, I fuck her mouth harder. “I’m going to come. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow or do I need to pull out?”
She hollows her cheeks and swallows in answer, clenching her thighs together to create the friction she needs on her pussy. “I’ll take care of you in a second, baby. Take my cum first.” Her eyes close in pleasure as she rubs her clit with one hand and urges me on with the other.
“Eyes on me. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so pretty taking my cock so deep in your throat.” She moans and I can’t hold back any longer. Heat spreads up my back and I blow my load down her throat as I hold her in place with my hands. She shudders and swallows every single fucking drop.
“You okay?” I ask when I pull out of her mouth.
“Perfect,” she says, swiping her finger along the corner of her lip. “Was that good?”
This woman. She has no idea, does she?
“Good? Princess, that’s the best head I’ve ever received. You sure know how to suck a cock, baby, but now it’s my turn.”
A startled laugh falls from my lips when he picks me up and tosses me to the couch like I weigh nothing. His cocky grin widens as his eyes rake over my body. Taking his time, he steps out of the gray sweatpants still around his ankles. He’s sex and sin standing over me. The perfect muscle tone of his body makes him look like he could be a carved statue in an Italian museum. Each ripple of his abdominal muscles is on display down to the perfect V-line leading to his long, hard cock.
